The Pain Poem by Umasree Raghunath

The more I go for it, the farer it does go
As I carve for it, it will be said for sure no
As I say damn it, and go away
It comes back to my lap to sway
It s a charm and it's a pain in disguise
That will let me live or have demise
It looks like the morning sun
And like the splendid moon with fun
As it shines and slides for a sun set
The lost the charm and broken apart
Whenever it wants, I am there
For when I want, I never found it where
My eyes are red and filled with mist
As I hold my pain and anger closing the fist
I came down the hill filled with pain
Wanted the green grass and some rain
Pouring down of happiness and smiles
All that I found was another Bay of trails
Ran behind the moving clouds
Wanting to hold the soften fogs
As it passed my palm, down the drain
Leaving my eyes wet and heart in pain
Found some beautiful weeds and flowers
That bloomed in my garden of friends
Everything seems to be so fine and great
Till I touched to find that it's all another fates
Sands of trail, gone with the wind
Thoughts of tales bygone with the friend
How often we wish for another chance
To make a fresh beginning
A chance to bolt outs our mistakes
And change failure into winning
It does not take a special time
To make a brand new start
It only takes the deep desire
To try with all our heart
To live a little better
To always be forgiving
To add a little sunshine
In the world for which we are living
Never give up in despair
Nor think you are through
For there's always a tomorrow
A chance to start anew.


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